Shadewood Arriving to new lands

The other wolf sprang to her paws. Masquerade’s muscles coiled, though she remained where she stood, in case the stranger only intended to retreat. She adroitly sprang down from her perch on the boulders. Her actions spoke louder than her words, though the Redtail caught those too.

Masque made no response, just silently shadowed the other female’s steps to make certain she removed herself from the woods at once. She did not plan to crowd the stranger unless she forced her hand, though her long tail remained arched.

She didn’t intend to talk, either, though she found herself breaking her stony silence to ask, What brings you here? Are you a pack wolf?